A Poem by Peggy Schimmelman

Cozumel Moon

                                                             

Inside your head, I imagine by now

there must be a billion old memories swarming

clamoring for your attention as midnight sails past

and you lie sleepless, a captive viewer

of that persistent, disconnected display.

 

Is one of those memories, I wonder, a girl

green-eyed and wild, just this side of crazy

Corona-tipsy and starlight-stoned

who traced inside a heart your name plus hers

in the sand where she taught you to samba

and to whisper te amo, bewitched as you were

by the light of the Cozumel moon?

 

The girl who once would’ve traded her soul

to be more than a memory hitching a ride

on an aging, randomly firing neuron

as midnight sails past and you lie sleepless 

so far from the Cozumel moon.

 

 

 

 

Peggy Schimmelman lives and writes in Livermore, CA. Her work has appeared in Bella Mused, Everyday Poetry,The Las Positas Anthology, and 100wordstories.org.